29 - Do Not Like "Needing" Prayers

There's a lot of praying in this world and that is fine. I just didn't like it when all of a sudden people were graciously praying for ME!  It made me feel like I was about to die or something.  Besides, I'm just one of those people who likes helping others. I don't want to be the one who needs help. I remember fussing with my first grade teacher,when I wanted to button up the back of my paint smock, ALL BY MYSELFI!  

But I started to feel more comfortable when I realized people care and they offer their support in many ways.  An elderly group I work with, suddenly wanted to be my "Prayer Warriors"  and I grinned to picture them.  My uncle asked if he could put me on his church prayer list and I was touched. I saw praying hand emojis on Facebook and they didn't look so silly anymore.  My future daughter-in-law explained how her grandmother in Thailand was making beautiful flowers for a special Buddhist prayer offering in my honor.  A Muslim woman I had never met, teared up when she heard I had cancer and she said she would pray for me.  A friend of a friend wrote me an email.  He is quadriplegic, but he offered me humor and support and ended with "God Bless and Blue Skies".  A friend wrote on my Facebook, the word, Alhamdulillah , which I had to look up.  It's an Arabic phrase meaning "Praise be to God" used by Muslims as well as Arabic-speaking Christians and Jews.   
So, yesterday I went for my Post-Op appointment. My cancer was suddenly being described as Stage 1, not 2!  The tumor was smaller than they had predicted. Or did that tumor just get bombarded by all those well wishes from near and far... and those prayers from so many religions?  That's a pretty nice thought!
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